In 1988, in the full flush of my puberty, I saw Val Kilmer in Willow.
My crush on him was immense. When my (now ex-) step-father got yet another black Great Dane, he named him Martigan, hoping to kinder my affection.
I was a nerd, and Real Genius spoke to me.
Loneliness + boredom + my (now ex-) step-father’s record collection made me a Doors fan.
When I live in Oxford in the summers, I trace Simon Templar’s steps from The Saint.
Goodnight, my sun, my moon, my starlit sky.
